Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

And even if a thief had gotten in here, they wouldn’t choose to steal her crappy car over one of Saxon’s high-end, luxury cars.

Which left just one possibility.

He must have moved it somewhere else to make room for one of his other vehicles. Made sense as there was no point in her beater taking up room in his garage. But why not tell her?

Suspicion filled her. She hadn’t used her car since she’d first moved in here. In fact, she hadn’t even bothered to check on it. If she needed to go somewhere then Saxon usually took her. But it was two days until the restaurant opened and she needed to find something to wear.

Two weeks had passed since Saxon had sent Winifred packing and had brought Keira and Julian home. Not all of it had been smooth sailing. Saxon had convinced them both to go to counselling, but Julian still wasn’t talking much. Keira seemed to be doing better, though. Spending time with Jamie and Caleb seemed to help. Physically, she was still weak and her leg wasn’t healing how they would have liked.

Aspen knew she still had nightmares. Between Keira and Julian and working on getting the restaurant, she and Saxon hadn’t had much time to spend alone. Hopefully that would all change soon.

That was, if she didn’t murder him first. Because she had a suspicion about just where her car had gone. She walked back into the house and down towards the kitchen where she’d left the boys with Gwen and Thomas.

“Did you forget something, dear?” Gwen asked.

She kissed the boys on the tops of their heads. Time went so fast and she was grateful she got to spend more time with them.

“Actually, yes. Thomas, you didn’t move my car, did you?”

“Certainly not,” Thomas replied haughtily.

She couldn’t tell if he knew something or not. “Do you know where it is?”

“Not at all. You will need to ask Mr. Saxon.”

Oh, she’d ask him all right.

“He’s at the club?”

Thomas nodded.

Great. Seemed fitting. She stormed out of the house and walked to the club, up to the back entrance where she pushed her way into his office. He looked up in surprise. Then heat filled his gaze.

“Hello, pet. What are you doing here? I thought you were going out this afternoon?”

“I was. Thought I would take my car.”

He narrowed his gaze. “I had Thomas bring the Jeep out for you.”

“Very thoughtful of you. But I haven’t driven my car since I got here. It just got put in the garage, and I forgot about it so imagine my surprise when I walked into the garage and it wasn’t there.”

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “It was a death trap. The tires were bald, it was leaking oil, and it was so rusty that parts were held together with duct tape.”

“So it’s at the garage getting fixed?”

“It is not.”

“When did you get rid of it?”

He shrugged. “About three weeks after you moved in.”

“I’m surprised you waited that long.”

“I thought you might get angry and leave if I did it any earlier.”

She leaned her hands down on the desk. “And you didn’t think I might want to know you were getting rid of my damn car? I saved long and hard to buy it. I know you didn’t think much of it—”

“That’s an understatement.”